Sunday was Easter. It's of quite some significance to Christians because the fact the Jesus ressurected forms the base of the religion (some people would rather call it a way of life, but I don't think that makes much of a difference). I thought what the speaker said was quite meaningful. Imagine you are lost somewhere, and you come across 2 people, one is alive and the other is dead. Who would you ask for directions? For me, the one that's alive and kicking. Similarly, would you choose a religion that has its creator already dead? (Note: I'm not trying to spark any religious arguments, just pointing out some interesting facts)

Yesterday, there was sectionals. During break, I was visiting the viola section (they were busy accusing me of neglecting them cus I was having sectionals with Mr L) and so I decided to let them play Mozart's peice to entertain me. So they managed to play half of it, I corrected them a bit, and then I got chased out of the classroom after they suddenly realised they were supposed to be angry with me. Haha.. And then, just as I was going out, Ai suddenly told me she wanted to show me something. She walked me over to the toilet conveniently located outside the sec 1 classroom and asked me to look at the sink. I can't believe I didn't suspect anything was wrong. Then she turned on the tap, washed her hands (cupped a handful of water). The next thing I heard was, HAPPY THAI NEW YEAR! and then I realised I was quite drenched. If I were slightly more aged, I would have died in shock. A water fight followed next and it started spreading into the classroom to the rest of the violists. Ai poured water on Su Young and she couldn't stop screaming for 10 very long seconds. I hope the cctvs around don't record sound. There was some sort of unrest near the toilet and people were running around either dodging water bullets or firing them. So, to all Thais, happy Thai new year!

What should I do when I'm dead? I mean, what should I make others do? My mom was discussing with my dad in the car, in front of me, literally, because I think they're hinting at something. She was listing out several options, asking my dad how he wanted his dead body to be treated next time. It's these conversations that I think I have to take note of so I know what to do next time. But the only problem is, my mom keeps changing her mind. There's a range of options, from being fertilliser to just being bottled up.

Option A: Take a one way ride out to sea, get a permit for the ashes to be dumped in the sea. The advantages are that it's cheap cus you don't have to buy a plot of land to deposit yourself, and the people who want to remember you won't have to go all the way to some ulu cemetry or crematorium. Easier maintainence too (or none at all). Just looking at the whole line-up of cars outside my house during qing ming jie (cus my house is conveninetly located near 2 temples, which are tourist attractions too), it's enough to deter anyone from having to bear the traffic. The other advantage would be adding nutrients to the seabed.

Option Bi: HDB flat style, 30 year lease. You ask someone to put your ashes in an urn and store it in a crematorium. But then you would also have to make a plaque which serves somewhat as your front door. The disadvantage is that the people responsible for your home have to pay for it and renew the lease.

Option Bii: HDB flat syle, but freehold. This is better and less troublesome than Bii. You can stay there for 999 years. That's how my maternal grandfather's ashes were stored. My grandmother was telling my mom that she wanted her urn to be placed on the top floor of the "HDB block", single room. The problem is that my mom secretly bought a hole for 2 people and it wasn't on the top level. For now, the plaque that is there was is just for my grandfather, so I think she doesn't know yet.

Option C: Landed property. Buy a plot of land in an ulu area of Singapore and load the coffin six feet under. Some people save space by stacking the coffins. The bad thing is that once its time to exhume it, it's going to be tough for the people still alive because they will be reminded of your departure from Earth. Mom was fantasising about some garden cemetry where you have a gardener, watch man, music, nice scenery and maybe a fountain.

Option D: Donate yourself for scientific research, or parts of yourself. I was considering that when I was around 8 or 9 years old, after I went to look at the exhibition that had all the cross sections and preserved parts of people. You get to travel all over the world even when you're dead. Cool

My mom was suggesting she and dad sign a pact, to follow whoever goes first. There was an interesting aritcle in the news, about this place where a very very tall man once lived. When he died, the undertakers assured his family that their coffin would be able to fit him completely. Then there were many rumours about his legs being chopped off so he could fit inside. After many years, they finally decided to find out the truth. The coffin was unearthed and they opened it to check. True enough, the legs were chopped off. But my goodness, doing that just to check if the rumour was true is quite ___________.